After Amber and Ashley make a hurtful comment about Lilly, she decides to go on a diet. But will she go too far, and spiral into the world of eating disorders? Who will be there to save her? def. loliver and mohnny pairings

a/n-hey guys! hope you like my new story! this is my second hannah montana fic, so r&r!

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Chapter 1: The Invite

Miley and I had gone to get napkins, but we came back to find the girls we hated in our seats, which were right next to where Johnny Collins was sitting. "Amber!"

"What?" she asked with her attitude.

"Miley and I were sitting there!"

"Oh really?" Ashley asked. "And where did you go?"

"Probably to get more food." Amber and Ashley said at the same time. "Ooh! Ssss!" They did their signature finger thing.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Miley asked.

"Nothing to you, Miley," Ashley smirked and ate her food. They weren't going to move, so Miley and I grabbed our trays and sat down at a table with Oliver.

"I hate them." I growled through clenched teeth.

"Who doesn't?" Oliver asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. He had a point there.

"Were they calling me fat?" I asked to no one in particular. "'Cause I think they were."

"Lilly, they just want to make people feel bad. Trust me, you are so not fat." Miley replied.

"Yeah," Oliver agreed. "Don't listen to them. They don't have lives, so they spend all their time trying to make people feel bad. It's kind of sad really…" Oliver trailed off, making me laugh. He always said the right thing to make me feel better. Even so, I decided I wasn't hungry and didn't eat my lunch. Maybe I did still have baby fat. I'd just, go on a diet for a little while, and I'd exercise more.

"Why aren't you eating, Lil? The food's not that bad." Miley stated.

"I know," I laughed. "But I'm just not hungry."

"You don't even want the other half of my sandwich?" Oliver held the bologna sandwich up to my nose.

"No thanks, Oliver. But I will have some of your water." I said, grabbing the bottle from him.

"Hey, you have chocolate milk!" Oliver whined.

"But I want water!" I whined right back.

"So can I have your delicious chocolate milk?" Oliver asked.

"Yes, please, take it." I said, and we swapped drinks. "So anyway, sorry about not getting to sit next to Johnny, Miles." I turned to Miley.

"It's Ok. We're really getting close, and I don't think he has any interest in Amber or Ashley."

"That's good." I said. "I'm happy for you! I think he might like you too!"